AFTER YOU
Short history or journey tend to leave long memories to the ones who truly believed in forever. The before chemistry stays even if the chemistry between two people is over.it an attachment of love. I once said Forever now I wish I’ve never said , because now I’m in that Forever alone .
AFTER you
They say if you love someone you’ll fight for her others say if you love someone let that person go if she or he wants to leave .
I choose to let her go.After I realised that by letting her go was one of the last sacrifices I did for her because I choose sadness and loneliness over my side so she could be happy.Since she choose peace over dreams I did give her what she wanted but hurtly I didn’t get what I wanted and wished for, I spend out all night and day thinking of her i don’t regret meeting her but I regret having so much faith, believe in the future.108 days no texts no calls .my last words was just as before ‘i love you ’ it wasn’t easy but I made it easy to you, so you could continuesly smile and be at peace while I lose my home, peace and everything i had but i choose to still give you love.
After you there’s no love. AFTER you there’s no peace.after you nobody is better . If I have to wait I’ll wait but not 🚫 to move . Where you left me is where you’ll find me . Soul’s do find each other easy but difficult for people to find each other…
I wasn’t ready , I became ready for you but I forgot to ask myself why was I ready?, how long will you stay?…
Now Im a house without electricity.im back In the city, in the state of no lights the place is dark. I’m back to the darkness. Tomorrow will be the same . forever will be the great picture and dream my mind created. I wish you spiritually went to my mind first before heart .
AFTER YOU.
- Author: B-white (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 2nd, 2024 03:25
- Comment from author about the poem: Losing a piece that is unreplaceable
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
Unfortunately, love goes to the heart and overrules the mind. It goes against the advice of the mind. You say "dream my mind created." Perhaps it was never in the mind. Perhaps the beauty and the value of the experience are precisely because it all started in the heart. Still, in the end, love is pain, love is sorrow. There is a translation of some Shakespeare's words : "L'amour est une fumée formée de vapeurs de soupirs." Soman Ragavan. 2 January 2024.
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